Do not grieve my absence
For my heart is true and straight
It is just my search for poppies
That today has made me late
I am caught upon the trails
That lead me high and low
My burdens are sent packing
When I spy fresh springs aflow
I am joyous in the grasses
And on every single bend
And when I find fresh berries
Hidden down the glen
So do not grieve my lateness
On this day so full with cheer
I just lament your absence
And the thought of your sad tear
Poetry and Verse 